My Most Precious Human

"W-what?" I mumbled, terrified.

"I heard those wolves were standing at the castle gates for several hours demanding an audience. They said that they were coming in peace, and only because the Duke has something that belongs to them…" Martha explained.

"And those wolves were let inside the castle?!" I called out anxiously.

She replied hesitantly, "They must have said something that finally convinced the Duke to let them in."

My heart started to pound erratically. I wondered how werewolves knew that I was in the Duke's castle. Was there a spy working for my father that lived here? Or perhaps there was someone at the auction who saw me and notified the wolves? I was in a complete panic. I had no time to tell Sariel the truth about where I came from and who my parents were. Now, things could get drastically complicated.

I had no idea what those wolves could have said to convince the Duke to give them an audience. I was terrified at the mere thought that they were really able to talk to Sariel and tell him something about me.

"What if Sariel thinks that I intentionally deceived him?! What if he thinks that I had some ulterior motive to get close to him?!" My mind had already created all sorts of conspiracy theories, increasing my level of anxiety.

I was still wearing my nightgown when Martha came. I hectically ran to the closet and tried to pick something from the new clothes that were brought for me there. My hands trembled so much I could barely hold anything without dropping it to the floor.

"Here. You should wear this." Martha handed me a no-sleeve, white fitted dress with a stand-up collar.

"This? Isn't it too elegant? I don't feel too comfortable wearing something as fitted as this…" I grimaced awkwardly, completely unconvinced.

"Clothes are a woman's best weapon. This will make you look sexy and innocent at the same time," Martha claimed confidently.

"But… how do I even walk in something this tight?" I tried to find any possible reason not to wear the dress.

"Don't worry, it has slits on both thighs. They don't go very high up, but they are enough to help you walk," she stated, forcingly putting the dress over my head.

I couldn't argue with her anymore. Furthermore, I had no more time. I wore the dress in a hurry and ran out of my chamber. I walked fast. I still prayed that when I walked inside the room, I would only find Sariel there. I opened the door while holding my breath.

I walked through the left-side entrance. At the end of the hall, on my right side, was a platform with a throne on it. Sariel was sitting there. As soon as I entered, he turned his head my way and glared at me coldly. Chills ran down my spine. I started to wonder in a panic whether he was angry at me for some reason. I couldn't recall that he had ever looked at me that way before. I took a deep breath trying to calm down, but then I turned my eyes to the left and saw something I had feared the most…

"Princess! It's so good that you have finally shown up! Do you know how long we have been looking for you?" I heard a harsh voice filled with vicious venom.

by the scar on his cheek, the one I gave him while trying to escape from him and his team of wolves ten years ago. Now, he was standing in the audience hall along with ten other wolves that came for me. They were all in

wolves dared to

here and stand beside

side, my heart feverishly pounding. I looked at him with hopeful eyes, seeking his protection only to meet his gaze frightfully indifferent. I couldn't understand his change of attitude towards me. I bet it

also soon to be married to the Northern Alpha. She rebelled and caused us a lot of

a cold smirk. My

can't believe them!" I

Sariel roared at me, clenching

fears had become reality. Sariel was staring at me with eyes full of hostility. Perhaps he really believed that

no…" I

his throne. Then he used his strength, pulling my hand down and

with them, don't say a word and don't even try to resist

He chuckled

the pack… yet she is a

very much…" Declan kept assuring him,

despite knowing that she was marked by

snarled furiously

don't believe that our princess

trust my words?" Sariel asked,

proof," he stated, clenching his

his knees, making my legs swing from one side of the throne. He almost made my heart stop. It was hard to remain balanced in that position. I had to put my arms around him to keep myself from falling. He held me by the waist, pressing my body onto his, and he did it all while all of the wolves kept looking at us. I claimed that I

dress just to show you my teeth marks? Not that it would help much. I bet that the

grinned wickedly. He clearly enjoyed teasing them. He ran his fingers through my neck and began drawing a line down my chest. I breathed frantically. My heart kept increasing its speed. He looked into my eyes and

the

he slipped his hand through the slit on my thigh, and his hand traveled up along its inner side. I tried to stop him, but he grabbed my wrist and strongly pulled my hand

give you

of his and hated how my body responded to his slightest touch. They were all watching as my body shivered at Sariel's mercy. I gazed at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would stop, but he only glanced at me viciously and stabbed two of his sharp nails into my thigh. I prevented myself from a painful scream, but my eyes